Dead working for bread.... this poem is dedicated to the working class , so cold in attitude, no greetings and no cheer up , we look at each other then turn our faces. From the School Yard to the Office - The Growing Trend.

Dead Bodies

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

They walk alongside talk and smoke,

I turned around to poke,

But could only see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

With fake emotions and dead eyes,

Walking by my side trying to advice,

I am scared with zombies around,

Living with dead is a curse like an open wound,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

They look they smile,

Pretendable emotion demoralizes,

They call me alongside,

The healthy competition has died,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread,

Human values have been destroyed,

My boss always looks annoyed,

No one smiles back with pride

Human jealousy that we subside,

I see the living dead,

Walking by my side working for bread.